Today I rocked the legwarmers like it was 1984.
I rocked them tucked into the boot, over the boot, pulled high and slouched low. I felt so fashion forward. These legwarmers have been floating around in my sock drawer for seven years. I bought them for the three months that I decided that ballet was going to be my new form of exercise, never used them, but could never quite bring myself to part with them either. They're DKNY for Pete's sake!
We had our first real storm of the season and the rain gave me a stroke of inspiration. Legwarmers. Legwarmers would a) keep the rain out of my boots, b) make my ten year-old boots that I bought in Italy look hip and happenin', and c) prove to myself that I can take risks (even the tiniest, einsyist, fashion risk), survive and thrive.
I don't know if anyone else liked my outfit. Actually, and I can say this with absolute certainty, I don't really care. I felt awesome and I had a spring in my step. Ha.
Celebrating victories whereever I can get them,